"That's awful kind of you, si-" Bayard's hand goes back to his jacket and his eyes widen as he hears someone else approaching. His body jerks, as if he's about to throw himself into the underbrush and run away, but he doesn't only because Dorian's talking to Maxwell. His eyes dart between the men, to the berries in the arms of the newcomer.

The man has a mighty mustache, Bayard will give him that.

"You don't mean to kill me now that I'm outnumbered, do you?"